Poem by Mary Nell Thomas
Willie A Thomas
Willie A Thomas (may his blessings increase)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, like a lily in bloom.
An angel writing in a book of gold --
Exceeding peace made Willie Thomas bold.
And to the presence of the room he said,
"What writest thou?" - The vision raised its head.
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Willie. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Willie spoke more low.
But cheerily still he said, "I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great awakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo, Willie Thomas' name led all the rest.